Cultivation: From Menial Servant to Immortal Venerable

"We will surely do everything in our power to protect Fairy Jiang's safety."

After the two demons withdrew, Zhou Xun took out a reclining chair and slowly sat down.

Jiang Wanning silently walked behind him and extended her slender, jade-white fingers,

gently massaging his temples.

"Young Master, will we win?" Jiang Wanning's voice broke the silence.

"We will," Zhou Xun replied softly.

"I believe in you, Young Master." Jiang Wanning smiled faintly, hesitated for a moment, then continued,

"Young Master."

"What is it?"

"If... if something should happen to me, I ask that you look after the Jiang Lineage."

To Jiang Wanning, aside from Zhou Xun, the only thing she could not let go of was her own Lineage.

Zhou Xun was taken aback by her words, then slowly shook his head.

"With my arrangements in place, nothing will happen to you."

Before long, the night passed.

At first light, Zhou Xun walked out of the camp tent.

At this time, a thin mist shrouded the sea, while the dawn moon on the horizon had yet to fully set.

The sound of waves striking the reefs came from beside him. The slightly cool sea breeze brushed over him, carrying the salty dampness of the ocean.

"I'll leave the War Skiff to you two," Zhou Xun instructed Chiwu and Feng Zhong behind him.

Then he paused before slowly saying,

"Come back alive."

Without another look back, he headed toward the largest tent.

"Set out!"

Following Netherfiend True Lord's command, the entire battlefront began to move.

Then the war drums thundered, accompanied by long, resounding bell chimes that rang across the entire battlefront.

An army of millions of cultivators, each clad in shining spirit armor, glittered as brilliantly as stars.

Before them lay more than a hundred War Skiffs, their hulls covered